At one point I was not a fan of the vinyl revival. I stuck to my CDs and thought those who were into records again were purist snobs. Plus, I thought the new vinyl was crazy expensive.

I get it now.

A couple of years ago, I got a turntable for Christmas and then my musical OCD kicked in, and it has been game on ever since.

There’s something special about dropping the needle on a record that brings back once dormant memories for me. Hearing the warm analog sounds wafting from my speakers makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.

Plus, there’s the hunt. There’s finding a good record store and then searching out for a good find. Recently, I picked up Kate Bush at Barnes and Noble. Then a day later I ventured over to Luna Records inside the Factory in Franklin and found two more — one Petra and one Joni Mitchell.

When it comes to musical tastes, there are pretty much three categories: 1) normal, 2) eclectic, and 3) they should make pills for this.

I think I fall under category 3 because I am a fan of just about every genre there is. I personally am not a fan of most rap or uber heavy metal music (the kind where the singer sounds like he’s gargling with razor blades and singing at the same time). But I like everything else. Oh, and I’m not as much into most pop or country music after the year 2000. But I like everything else.

Sometimes, I believe my cat thinks I have lost my mind.